Nothing Goin On

There's nothing, nothing goin on Same old small town, some old gossip goin round That's what them haters be on Visions and out of body experiences My super-conscious laying it all out for me Whatever, however, I'll do whatever it takes to make it out this hell I'm in I must remember the actual events How close am I to the truth I am unaware Is there any room for hope for a pardon of my sins Will they revisited on my sons am I a cursed man My plight is it a figment of my imagination Or is it a reality I can't run away or escape from I'm filled with questions and dread and a premonition if I make the wrong moves my life may end And everything at this point in my life I consider it all to be sacred ground